Catastrophe Card King

Leonard Churchill had a photographic memory, suspecting that someone might come looking for him, he had been observing his dormitory surroundings closely and meticulously.

Normally, only a few Corpse Collectors from Team Five would use these stairs, and he remembered almost every detail about them.

But now, there was a set of unfamiliar footprints in the layer of dust on the ground.

No.

He had noticed them in the yard already.

The tread pattern suggested some sort of anti-slip shoes, made by the “Mole Leather Factory” in Eastern District 5, possibly Mengke Shoes. They seemed to be a style appreciated by middle-aged men around 40 and not something affordable for common folks, so the owner of this footprint likely had a decent job.

However, these expensive shoes weren’t what Corpse Collectors wore to work; no one in the entire branch office did.

Size 42; the left heel was worn down; average stride; according to the formula: Normal Height=6.876x(Shoe Size + 10) / 2, the owner’s height should be between 173-178 cm. His left foot slightly outward when walking;

Judging from the depth of the shoe prints in the yard’s muddy ground, the owner’s weight was roughly 60-65 kg.

Not a very sturdy figure overall.

This person was unlikely to be a close combat Curse Card Master.

Arnold strength and weight are proportional. A close combat Curse Card Master of this height would have exceeded 80 kg.

The Magic Type or Mysterious Type?

So, it probably wasn’t killers from the Miller Family who had come knocking.

The first thing Leonard thought of: something had happened in the Tailor Street’s cellar.

That would make sense.

Here to look for something, not to kill.

A Mysterious Type Curse Card Master with special abilities would be a better fit than some brute who only knows how to fight and kill.

Reaching his dormitory, Leonard was even more certain – someone had been in his room.

Hmm…

Perhaps, even now, they were in there.

Waiting for him, Leonard, to return.

After all, only he and Fatty had gone down into the cellar. Their rooms would have a stronger scent.

Leonard had already made up his mind the instant he noticed the anomaly.

If the intruder is a master, escaping now would be pointless. Any unnecessary movement might raise suspicion.

If they aren’t, Leonard wasn’t sure that they would necessarily have the upper hand.

Daring to touch such a hot property, one naturally has to be prepared for risk. He had been prepared for this.

But now that the stolen jewel had been consumed, he had no fear of being caught red-handed.

It’s a gamble on courage and mindfulness.

Before his cover is blown, his identity is just that of an ordinary Corpse Collector.

He shouldn’t show any alertness beyond his professional capacity.

With a shift in thought, he didn’t hesitate at all, and pretended to drunkenly open his room door.

But at the same time, the hand hidden in his pocket has already activated the Clown Mask Card.

From what he has learned so far, curse card masters are not omnipotent.

Besides their own special abilities, they might not understand much about other areas.

At least this person who didn’t hide their footprints was a sloppy investigator.

Perhaps they hastily sent someone over to find the missing item.

Or the darn evil organization had no one skilled in tracking.

Leonard already had a fairly accurate mental picture of the intruder.

At the moment of opening the door, Enlightenment occurred: ‘You have been exempted from a mental hypnosis’

As expected.

Leonard stared blankly at the silver pocket watch before him.

He had been hypnotized many times in his previous life, successfully or not. Because of his unusual mental status, he proactively learned and understood a lot about it, so he was quite familiar with the state of being hypnotized.

There was a cloaked figure in the room, their face obscured.

Leonard acted as if he didn’t see it, pupils dilated, he stood there blankly.

The strong smell of alcohol on him wasn’t because of drunkenness, but an aromatic gas that significantly interferes with Scent-based Curse Card Masters. The alcohol stains on his clothes were also intentional. This way, even if there is any medium’s scent left on him, it would be hard to detect.

And the logic for a Corpse Collector to get extremely drunk on his day off wasn’t strange.

The cloaked person frowned at the “drunk” Corpse Collector before him.

Thinking he had succeeded in his hypnosis, he asked directly.

“Did you collect the corpses in the cellar at Tailor street No.17 yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“Did you find anything special?”

“Collected… a lot of corpses…”

“And?”

“Seems… I can’t quite remember, I only recall a lot of corpses…”

When they heard this vague response, the intruder didn’t press on. Instead, it confirmed their suspicions and they murmured to themselves, “The memory was wiped as expected…”

This was also why Leonard dared to confront danger head-on.

Normally, if something was stolen, the first people that the puppeteer behind would look for should be the two Field Agents from the Golden Oak Security Company.

But now that they’ve turned up here, it meant that they had already checked those two Field Agents.

In other words, the puppeteer must have known about Golden Oak Security Company’s “Memory Wipe” procedure.

They came here just to ascertain that.

Killing is pointless,

Killing mere Corpse Collectors is even more meaningless.

They were here to find something.

The cloaked person wasn’t interested in wasting time here and left the dormitory shortly after a few questions.

Once the stranger left, Leonard’s dim eyes started to regain their sharpness.

At the same time, he let go of the pull ring hidden in his sleeves.

It wasn’t until this hurdle was overcome that the danger concerning the Tailor Street cellar was completely eliminated.

Leonard shut the door, feeling hardly any ripples in his heart.

As for moving to a new place because someone had come looking –